Some Evill-minded Persons.—At the Royal Academy of Music the competition for the Evill Prize took place last Friday, which, to unsuccessful competitors was a day of Evill omen. This is one of the rare instances where "Out of Evill cometh good."
"ART, HOW SHE IS LEARNED."
Scene—London. Time—any day of the Week between Show Sunday and Academy Sunday. Present—two Art Critics à la Mode.
First A. C. (after a pause). Yes, met a crowd of people last Sunday. Bad memory myself, but hanged if I can remember why I went out on Sunday.
Second A. C. (after consideration). And I too. I hate going out on a Sunday as a rule, but I went last week. However, might have been worse fun. Met Peacock girls. Rather good form.
First A. C. Yes, Jolly. Going to meet 'em next Sunday,—Mulberry Road.
Second A. C. (lighting a cigarette). I'm going to the Mulberry Road too.
First A. C. (also lighting a cigarette). But why?